THE GLASS CAGE

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

​Living in the shadows, doing everything low-profile, always silent, always hidden—that was my life. I wasn't complaining; I was having a good time. I had everything under control, everything in order, and I just moved my pieces without anyone knowing, without anyone realizing what was actually going on. Living in the shadows was something I loved, something I had already grown accustomed to.

​I’ll spare you the story; I’m not going to pretend to be a saint, nor that I reached where I am because of life's circumstances. No, I am here because I decided to be, and there is nothing I enjoy more, nothing that fills my life more. I was happy. I had everything that was once just a dream: cars, mansions, trips, and a different woman in my bed every day if I wanted to.

​I lacked nothing and felt so fulfilled. My life was in order, everything was under control, everything was as it should be. I didn't want anything else because I had it all, or so I thought. Until I saw her. She was simply spectacular. I had been with beautiful women, yes, perhaps many more than her, but she had something—there was something about her that made me lose my mind. She managed to make me lose all control for absolutely no reason; when it came to her, I felt like a caged animal. The first time I saw her, I couldn't believe it. I was at the airport, sorting out some details because they wouldn't let my private plane take off. I was so frustrated; I didn't like things not going as I had planned, and I didn't like being in this place. I had already grown accustomed to my things, and being surrounded by so many people actually disgusted me. My face showed my annoyance while I was arguing with the attendant, and I saw her. She was in one of the ticket counters.

​She was wearing a beautiful pink dress, looking so elegant, yet at the same time, there was a spark of sensuality. Her long, firm, thick legs, her small waist, her breasts—my God. Even if she didn't want to look sexy, it was impossible; those t**s were screaming to be devoured by my mouth. Her face was the best part of all; it was so perfect. Thick eyebrows, thick, fleshy red lips, eyes a shade of blue I had never seen before, and her blonde hair styled to perfection—she looked like a little doll. She turned around, and that only caused the package in my pants to grow. Even though the dress wasn't tight, you could tell she had an amazing ass—an ass I wanted to see on all fours. I tried to adjust my package and looked at the attendant. "I want the same flight as her, now," I ordered her, and she, already scared, nodded quickly.

​"Alright, sir, wait in my office, and I'll get it for you right away."

​I walk into the office and sit down, not stopping to go over her image in my mind over and over again. She was so perfect. I had been with so many women, but none had managed to cause that effect on me; none had gotten me hard without even touching me. She was a damn dream. I was desperate; I needed to have her. I needed to possess her in every possible way. I would f**k her in the airplane bathroom without any kind of contemplation.

​"Ready, sir, the flight is for Italy," she hands me the tickets, and I nod. "It leaves in one hour; you can wait here or in the lounge..."

​I leave her talking to herself, just walking out of the office. I look for her, but she was no longer in that spot. Damn it. I walk through the airport, nothing. I look for her in the boarding lounge, and she's not there. Where the hell had that tasty little thing gotten to?

​I sit away from everyone else in the VIP lounge, waiting for it to finally be time to board so I can see her again. This time, I wouldn't let her escape.

​But my plans are delayed when I see her father. If I was at the top, he was above me in all of this. My God. She was laughing by his side, and I didn't know what to do; I didn't understand how such a sexy woman could be the daughter of that being. He was acting so normal that it made me smile. Nobody could imagine who he actually is; he seemed like a perfectly normal guy. I decided to leave; I knew which fights to pick, and I was sure this wasn't going to be one of them. I would have to wait in the shadows for the right moment, for the moment to have her in my arms. It would come, I was sure of that.

After that, I focused on her, on chasing her wherever she went. I was always there, present; I had men watching over her. Although I knew it wasn't necessary—she had her own security—it never hurt. I liked having everything in order, and I loved seeing the photos or videos they brought me of her. She looked however she damn well pleased, and she would be mine, only mine. Her boyfriend, an i***t—I’d get him out of the way; it would be an easy task. The guy would go with any w***e that crossed his path. Having that woman, I wouldn't look at anyone else. She was simply perfection personified. It made me so hard to think about her; it made me get hard like never before.

​"Should I keep going like this, darling?" the blonde giving me a blowjob speaks, and I smile at her.

​"Yes, just don't talk anymore," because her voice was not her voice. She was not the woman driving me crazy; she was not the woman clouding my entire vision.

When I can't stand it anymore, I pull her off my p***s, put her on all fours, and swiftly thrust it in, causing her to squeal. I’m only focused on myself; I don't care if she feels pleasure or if I hurt her. I close my eyes and feel like I can touch her, that she is here, that she is the one I’m f*****g. I speed up the movements, hearing the w***e moan. I grab her hair and tangle it in my hands while I pull. It felt so good, but I knew it would feel better when I had her between my sheets, begging for more, desiring my body as much as I desired her.

​"Carolina," I groan when I reach orgasm, letting go and collapsing onto the blonde w***e.

​"I’d complain if you weren't so good," she says, and I move aside so she can stand up. "My name is..."

​"I don't care," I cut her off immediately and get out of bed. "They'll pay you outside."

With that, I walk out of the room. I didn't care who she was; I only cared about one woman, and that was Carolina. That woman had her name engraved on my skin without even touching me. I see Steven, my trusted man, and greet him, although he seems serious.

​"Yahir, Miss Carolina apparently became single," he tells me, and I look at him, waiting for him to continue. "The boyfriend broke up with her because he apparently got someone else pregnant," he smiles ironically. This day couldn't go any better. Soon you will be mine, Carolina, sooner than you can imagine.